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When tunesul Hylat, with melodious moan,
Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains groan.
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away!
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along!
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away X
Go, gentle gales, and. bear my sighs along!
Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away!
Next Ægon sung, while Windsor groves admir'd:
Resound ye hills, resound my mournsul strain (
Resound ye hills, resound my mournsul lay!
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournsul strain!
Now golden fruits in loaded branches mine,
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournsul lay \
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournsul strains! I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. . From shepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forfake mankind, and all the world—but love I I know thee, love \ wild as the raging main, More fell than Tygers on the Libyan plain: Thou wert from Ætnas burning entrails torn, Got by sierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born.
Resound, ye hills, resound my mournsul lay I Farewel, ye woods, adieu the light of day! One leap from yonder clisf shall end my pains. No more, ye hills, no more resound my strains I
Thus sung the shepherds, till th'approach of night, The dies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
To these Pastorals, which are written agreeably to the taste of antiquity, and'the rules above prescrib'd, we shall beg leave to subjoin another that may be called a burlesque Pastoral, wherein the ingenious author, the late Mr. Gay, has ventur'd to deviate from the beaten road, and described the shepherds and ploughmen of our own time and country, instead of those of the Golden Age, to whic^ the modern critics consine the pastoral. His six Pastorals, which he calls the Shepherd's Week, are a beautisul and lively representation of the manners, customs, and notions of our rusticks. We shall insert the sirst of them, entitled, The Squabble, wherein two clowns try to out-do each other in singing the praises of their sweet-hearts, leaving it to a third to determine the controversy. The persons names are Lobbin Clout, Cuddy, and Cloddipole.
Ah Lobbin Clout! Iween J, my plight is guest;
• Shining or bright iky.
Woe worth the tongue, may blisters sore it gall,
C U D D Y.
Hold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise,test blisters fore on thy own tongue arise, Lo yonder Cloddipole, the blithsome swain, The wisest lout of all the neighb'ring plain?' From Cloddipole we learnt to read the skies, To know when hail will sall,- or winds arise. He taught us erst * the heiser's tail to view, When stuck aloft, that show'rs would straight ensue He sirst that useful secret did explain, That pricking corns foretold the gath'ring rain. When swallows fleet soar high and sport in air, He told us that the welkin would be clear. Let Cloddipole then hear us twain rehearse, And praise his sweet-heart in alternate verse. I'll wager this fame oaken staff- with thee, That Cloddipole shall give the prize to me.
See this tobacco pouch, that's lin'd with hair, Made of the skin of sleekest fallow deer: This pouch, that's ty'd with tape of reddest hue, I'll wager, that the prize shall be my due.
Begin thy carrols then, thou vaunting slouch; Be thine the oaken staff", or mine the pouch.
My Blouzalinda is the blithest lass,
My brown Buxoma is the seated maid, That e'er at wake delightsome gambol play'd; Clean as young .lambkins, or the goose's down, And like the goldsinch in hersunday gown. The witless lamb may sport upon the plain, The frisking kid delight the gaping swain; The wanton calf may skip with many a bound, And my cur Tray play deftest * seats around: But neither lamb, nor kid, nor calf, nor Tray, Dance like Buxoma on the sirst of Maj.
L o B B i N Clout.
Sweet is my toil when Blouxalind is near;
As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay, E'en noon-tide labour seem'd an holiday; And holidays, if haply she were gone, Like worky-days I wiuYd would soon be done. Eftsoons +, O sweet-heart kind, my love repay, And all the year shall then be holiday.
As Bhuxalinda, in a gamesome mood,
As my Buxoma, in a morning fair,
* Nimblest, f Very soon,